bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: Strange Brew (6/9)

Title: Strange Brew (6/9)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Diana/Dinah, Ollie/Hal, Dick/Roy, Linda/Barbara and many others…(Also, see Author’s Note below)
Category: Drama
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: Orgy!
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Zatanna hosts a Halloween Ball in order for the superhero and magickal communities to learn more about each other in a relaxed setting.
Summary: As magickal mists roll in, love ‘n’ sex sparkle in the gardens. ;)
Date Of Completion: October 13, 2007
Date Of Posting: October 26, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1339
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for the 2007 Fic/Art DCU Halloween Challenge run by me! :)
This story will feature many pairings (even threesomes!) but two of the primary pairings are Clark/Bruce and Dick/Roy, and the early chapters are pre-slash.
Challenge Prompts: I used so many they are too long to list, but I’ll list my Special Prompt: Love Potion! ;)
All chapters can be found here. 





Clark wanted Bruce.  More than anything, more than he’d ever wanted anything or anyone before.  He reached out and touched the cold gold-and-scarlet iron mask.


What surprised and pleased him was the equally-cold metal glove coming up to enclose his fingers.  He saw intensity in the blue eyes that gazed through the slits of the mask, a different intensity than Bruce’s usual type.


The moonlight was creating tiny sparkles on the golden armor, every movement a ribbon of rainbow light.  Clark was fascinated, and he used a gloved hand to touch Bruce’s mask.


They stared into each other’s eyes for a space of seconds, then simultaneously removed each other’s masks.


Both had mussed hair and starlit eyes.  Both were breathing heavier than usual, bodies coming closer.  The brush of lips became the deepness of passionate kisses.


It was easy to find the seams on Bruce’s costume and let the armor fall to the dewy grass.  Chainmail followed, as did pants and boots and underwear. 


Clark’s desire could not be denied any longer.  He murmured, “Bruce,” and pressed them together, chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh, groin-to-groin.  Bruce whimpered softly, his hands stroking Clark’s back, Clark’s hands reaching around to cup curved buttocks and squeezed.


They fell to the grass, the entwined statues of the two male nudes seeming to smile in the moonlight.


& & & & & &


Diana’s eyes were ablaze with lust as she cupped Dinah’s breasts.  Her head lowered and her tongue flicked out to lap at the smooth flesh, Dinah groaning happily as she ran her fingers through the Amazon’s hair.


“Princess,” groaned Dinah.


Diana merely smiled, sliding her hand up the Canary’s inner thigh.  Dinah’s Black Widow costume was long-discarded, her red wig and black, glittery domino the only remainder of her evening’s identity.  Diana’s fingers touched her sex and she moaned again, arching up into her lover’s fingers.


“Sweet Pretty Bird,” crooned Diana, her green skin glowing as she sucked on a nipple, Dinah gasping with pleasure.  She stroked Diana’s ribs, falling back as Diana pushed her down.  Legs splayed, she watched as Diana stretched, her knees framing Dinah’s pelvis, discarding the last of her strategically-torn costume over her head.  The play of silver light on emerald skin sent shivers down her body and tingled between her legs as Diana lifted her up, paying homage to her throat and breasts, lowering her back down to the lawn.


As Dinah was set down, she laughed as she saw Ollie and Hal making out on Hal’s silver surfboard as it flew by the statue of Aphrodite.


& & & & & &


Roy’s mouth was sweet on his.  Dick’s hands were busy peeling off the Johnny Storm costume while Roy was taking care of his Daredevil costume.  His lips trailed down the archer’s throat, warm and tasty.


When they were both naked, Dick groaned, “Always wanted you.” His fingers played with silver-strewn ruby hair.


“Me, too,” Roy breathed as he tasted Dick’s chest.


Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, focused on each other with laser intensity.  Dick wrapped one leg around Roy, pressing them close together.  Roy’s tongue was in his mouth, hands cupping his buttocks, their cocks grinding together.


Moans echoed in the grove, both men panting as they frantically wanted more of each other.


& & & & & &




Barbara’s green eyes were shining as she caressed Linda’s face.


“You’re beautiful, my Hellcat,” murmured Linda, Barbara’s red hair afire with moonlight.


Barbara laughed, a silvery sound that set Linda’s heart pounding.  She pulled the redhead into a smoldering kiss, squeezing her buttocks and rolling down the pants quickly.  She moaned as Barbara’s hand pressed between her legs.


“C’mon, baby, let Pussy see your pussy,” Barbara whispered in her ear, and Linda nearly came right then and there.


Eager hands stripped both women of their costumes, their bodies entwining as their mouths came together.


Linda wanted to devour her partner, the strawberry-scented red hair filling her senses.  She squeezed shapely buttocks, pressing close together, trying to become one with the long-legged beauty.


She lifted Barbara up, hovering inches above the ground, nearly clipped by a flying surfboard as Hal now enjoyed the attentions of Steve in addition to Ollie.


& & & & & &


Mouths devoured each other as Clark and Bruce rolled around on the grass, desperate for each other.  Bruce threw his head back as Clark lapped his tongue up and down his companion’s throat, strong hands cupping his buttocks and squeezing.  Gasping, Bruce entwined his legs around Clark’s, opening his eyes to see starlight shining in his lover’s blue eyes.




It was a word that fueled his desire while it warmed his heart.  He thrust his tongue into Clark’s mouth and then slid down to trail a wet tongue down Clark’s sternum, stomach, and finally cock as he licked it up and down, Clark’s groans and fingers entwining in his hair urging him on.  Sweat gleamed on both bodies as Bruce looked into Clark’s eyes as he released his cock.  Clark’s own desire and acceptance was there.


Bruce positioned himself carefully, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt Clark, and began a slow, sensuous thrusting inside a body hot and otherworldly, gripping steel thighs and moaning as his own body demanded more, harder, faster, hotter


Clark arched up.






& & & & & &


Barbara floated over the bright gardens, Linda gently sucking on each breast as she flew them in lazy little circles, the ocean glittering far below while clouds scudded across the face of the moon.  She wrapped her legs around Linda’s, running her fingers through shining blond hair as she moaned. 


Linda cartwheeled them carefully, Barbara hanging upside down with Linda’s mouth still sending tingles along her flesh, crying out as those burning lips slipped down between her legs…


& & & & & &


Roy balanced perfectly on the gazebo railing, legs spread and Dick’s head bobbing between his legs.  Shaking with pleasure, Roy combed his fingers through shining dark hair and let out little whimpers as Dick’s talented mouth continued its magic.  He gasped as Dick sucked harder, his hips thrusting deeper, his orgasm ripping through him to the sound of crashing waves.


Trembling, he slid bonelessly to the wooden floor, then saw a Dick with elfin mischief in his eyes as he stretched out on the boards, lifting his legs and showcasing the most perfect ass on the planet.


Roy crawled forward, tongue flicking out as he paid homage to smooth, delicious flesh…


& & & & & &


Diana rose up from her partner’s body, Dinah sprawled out, red hair fanned out.  As Dinah crooned sweet nothings, Diana saw the spark of silver and grinned as Hal set the surfboard down.  She enjoyed the sight of three very well-toned nude male bodies as they stepped onto the mist-sprinkled grass.  A part of her mind noticed the sudden appearance of mist encircling the grounds, but her body was reacting to the sight of Steve.


“Beloved, did you enjoy surfing?”


Steve’s sapphire eyes sparkled as he walked forward, taking her hand.  She rose to her feet, emerald body quivering.


“You look very good in green, Angel,” he murmured as he nuzzled her neck, sucking gently on the pulsing nerve there.


“She does,” purred Hal behind her, lightly gripping her hips.  Steve asked a silent question and Diana nodded, pushing back as her buttocks brushed against Hal’s cock.  Steve reverently kissed each breast, then gently entered her as Hal did from behind, guttural Greek torn from the Amazon Princess as she urged her lovers to go harder.


As Ollie lowered himself onto Dinah, she wrapped her legs around him. “Show me a good time, Avenger!”


“Maybe we should just shout out, ‘Avengers Assemble!’”


“I think they already have,” Dinah giggled as she slipped her hand between Ollie’s legs.


Another mist began to roll in from the ocean. 


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Pairing/Characters (this chapter) continued: …Ollie/Hal/Steve, Hal/Steve/Diana, Ollie/Dinah!  :)







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Tags: 2007 dcu fic/art halloween challenge, challenge, clark kent/bruce wayne, diana prince/dinah lance, dick grayson/roy harper, green arrow/green lantern, halloween, linda danvers/barbara gordon, massachusetts, ollie queen/hal jordan, robin/speedy, salem, strange brew, supergirl/batgirl, superman/batman, wonder woman/black canary
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